<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072863868911757943</id><updated>2012-01-18T20:26:29.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alien on mars</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alien on mars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZbWRm-u_6w/TlG5kLWuPBI/AAAAAAAAABs/j19WLLD1IzA/s220/309550_1738225714994_1819181911_1139586_6878533_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072863868911757943.post-7928722636893293763</id><published>2011-10-04T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T08:39:01.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School mornings at CRHS...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well how did you sleep? I get askede this so much in the morning&amp;nbsp;I just want to scream. But whatever I guess. I'm finally ungrounded, thank goodness I thought I was going to die if I went without music any longer... ugh Maybe today will be better, but I doubt it, I hate depression... Anyway here's a few images of CRHS in the morning :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DYhXnMEK6iE/TosnpAUeh1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/iNmmAVZSFS4/s1600/HNI_0083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DYhXnMEK6iE/TosnpAUeh1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/iNmmAVZSFS4/s320/HNI_0083.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xu6gLGv6kUk/TosntktIHQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Z-0FcKMxJg4/s1600/HNI_0077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xu6gLGv6kUk/TosntktIHQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Z-0FcKMxJg4/s320/HNI_0077.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UQ44KzWBUZ0/TosoOehLqqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/r-JNPeZjO9U/s1600/HNI_0074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UQ44KzWBUZ0/TosoOehLqqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/r-JNPeZjO9U/s320/HNI_0074.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FabEGKhmwAE/Tosnv2YS1EI/AAAAAAAAAFU/uyBrYpLlyh4/s1600/HNI_0076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FabEGKhmwAE/Tosnv2YS1EI/AAAAAAAAAFU/uyBrYpLlyh4/s320/HNI_0076.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072863868911757943-7928722636893293763?l=alienonmars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/feeds/7928722636893293763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/10/school-mornings-at-crhs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/7928722636893293763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/7928722636893293763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/10/school-mornings-at-crhs.html' title='School mornings at CRHS...'/><author><name>alien on mars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZbWRm-u_6w/TlG5kLWuPBI/AAAAAAAAABs/j19WLLD1IzA/s220/309550_1738225714994_1819181911_1139586_6878533_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DYhXnMEK6iE/TosnpAUeh1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/iNmmAVZSFS4/s72-c/HNI_0083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072863868911757943.post-8738248206443017755</id><published>2011-09-17T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T23:17:53.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best friend Boyfriend Football losers...</title><content type='html'>Well hello there again. Second home game was today and the rockets lost, again. But I don't really care about the game, I'm an alien, not a sports fan. Sorry guys. Anyway my Best friend showed up, I haven't seen her since April 8th. It was the best night I've had in a long time. My boyfriend showed up too, and Luke our graduated friend. Over all I think that NOTHING, could top tonight It was the BEST! Ever! and i owe it to you guys. Thanks for being my friends. Especially you Courtney you stuck by me even when i was wrong since 5th grade. I love you sista girl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1I0KSYu0eMQ/TnWM5mBHB-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/N0PI3H1ncyg/s1600/312735_1796060760834_1819181911_1191971_78820746_n.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1I0KSYu0eMQ/TnWM5mBHB-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/N0PI3H1ncyg/s320/312735_1796060760834_1819181911_1191971_78820746_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;-The Alien on Mars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072863868911757943-8738248206443017755?l=alienonmars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/feeds/8738248206443017755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/09/best-friend-boyfriend-football-losers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/8738248206443017755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/8738248206443017755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/09/best-friend-boyfriend-football-losers.html' title='Best friend Boyfriend Football losers...'/><author><name>alien on mars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZbWRm-u_6w/TlG5kLWuPBI/AAAAAAAAABs/j19WLLD1IzA/s220/309550_1738225714994_1819181911_1139586_6878533_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1I0KSYu0eMQ/TnWM5mBHB-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/N0PI3H1ncyg/s72-c/312735_1796060760834_1819181911_1191971_78820746_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072863868911757943.post-778751791988776988</id><published>2011-09-15T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T16:46:33.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day a week a month... A year has gone by..</title><content type='html'>Well everybody, what is today? September 15th? Thursday maybe? All answers are true, but today is very significant.. :) Today is not only the start of the new season of Vampire Diares... It's also mine and Colton's one year! WOOHOO! So what else went on today? Umm i went to school the end..&lt;br /&gt;Haha I'm just kidding. I went to school got lots of new assignments and read my friend Ray's blog its pretty good, check it out..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://highschoolwasteland.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://highschoolwasteland.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thats all have a Alien evening :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k4GFonhj0t4/TnKN5ylWBsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/l8JVdCmd2iY/s1600/l_75e8b50985db488ca4d5128abc028015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k4GFonhj0t4/TnKN5ylWBsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/l8JVdCmd2iY/s320/l_75e8b50985db488ca4d5128abc028015.jpg" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ECNuwr69_IY/TnKN-o6Cy9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/1No8yRzP020/s1600/Colton+and+i.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ECNuwr69_IY/TnKN-o6Cy9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/1No8yRzP020/s200/Colton+and+i.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--cfde2J1-e8/TnKOEzG1sCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/qa5oqF1dhX8/s1600/Ashley+and+Colton.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--cfde2J1-e8/TnKOEzG1sCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/qa5oqF1dhX8/s400/Ashley+and+Colton.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mwivo61Pzyw/TnKN7g3N-1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/GkCq-90_L1Y/s1600/l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mwivo61Pzyw/TnKN7g3N-1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/GkCq-90_L1Y/s640/l.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Alien on Mars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072863868911757943-778751791988776988?l=alienonmars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/feeds/778751791988776988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-week-month-year-has-gone-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/778751791988776988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/778751791988776988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-week-month-year-has-gone-by.html' title='A day a week a month... A year has gone by..'/><author><name>alien on mars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZbWRm-u_6w/TlG5kLWuPBI/AAAAAAAAABs/j19WLLD1IzA/s220/309550_1738225714994_1819181911_1139586_6878533_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k4GFonhj0t4/TnKN5ylWBsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/l8JVdCmd2iY/s72-c/l_75e8b50985db488ca4d5128abc028015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072863868911757943.post-5346481537812670729</id><published>2011-09-14T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T13:28:46.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the?</title><content type='html'>Well I'm in 4th period everybody and we are make gmails lol. So hows my day its fine I miss a few people and my best friend smiled :) Its and alright day. write more later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the alien on mars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072863868911757943-5346481537812670729?l=alienonmars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/feeds/5346481537812670729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/09/what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/5346481537812670729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/5346481537812670729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/09/what.html' title='What the?'/><author><name>alien on mars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZbWRm-u_6w/TlG5kLWuPBI/AAAAAAAAABs/j19WLLD1IzA/s220/309550_1738225714994_1819181911_1139586_6878533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072863868911757943.post-20407078358563517</id><published>2011-09-10T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T14:00:04.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how the time seems to go by...</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile humans but that okay. So school three days of bliss the rest just seems to be boring. In 3rd period on thursday we had to find our alien names, how ironic. My was Yehcir Yelhsa, haha thats a mouthful. Our first home game was last night. we failed miserably.. The evening was full of drama and me running back and forth trying to fix it until i couldn't breathe... go figure anyway senior year is alright. Can't wait for next week. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--eOegHbMn1k/TmvPmIY4HOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9mElim_PNgk/s1600/HNI_0060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--eOegHbMn1k/TmvPmIY4HOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9mElim_PNgk/s320/HNI_0060.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;First Game in front of the scoreboard&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;-The Alien on Mars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072863868911757943-20407078358563517?l=alienonmars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/feeds/20407078358563517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-how-time-seems-to-go-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/20407078358563517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/20407078358563517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-how-time-seems-to-go-by.html' title='Oh how the time seems to go by...'/><author><name>alien on mars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZbWRm-u_6w/TlG5kLWuPBI/AAAAAAAAABs/j19WLLD1IzA/s220/309550_1738225714994_1819181911_1139586_6878533_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--eOegHbMn1k/TmvPmIY4HOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9mElim_PNgk/s72-c/HNI_0060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072863868911757943.post-5554745282498837512</id><published>2011-09-02T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T20:57:38.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party at my place and Happy birthday mom</title><content type='html'>So September 2nd... HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMY!! So today we all went out for papa pete's, it was delicious. Tonight it's party night. Aunt Lisa's here and my cousin Elizabeth. Four girls and Taylor, haha he's not happy. Anyway Auntie Liz and Austin have gone to the store, to pick up... Brownies, Killer Carmel Ice cream, Chocolate syrup, and Whipped cream. YUM! So we are going to cook the sweets and watch Gilligans Island. I love nights like this :)&lt;br /&gt;-The Alien on Mars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072863868911757943-5554745282498837512?l=alienonmars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/feeds/5554745282498837512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/09/party-at-my-place-and-happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/5554745282498837512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/5554745282498837512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/09/party-at-my-place-and-happy-birthday.html' title='Party at my place and Happy birthday mom'/><author><name>alien on mars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZbWRm-u_6w/TlG5kLWuPBI/AAAAAAAAABs/j19WLLD1IzA/s220/309550_1738225714994_1819181911_1139586_6878533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072863868911757943.post-504273488795095461</id><published>2011-08-31T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T12:57:52.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Beginning...</title><content type='html'>Today was my last year of registration. Senior year here I come. I don't know if I'm excited or not. But here goes nothing I guess. This year I'm giving it my all. I'm not going to be walked on and I'm not going to be a nobody. This year I'm going to make CRHS history. So here we go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-reKavpm1_Gw/Tl6R4wSRyOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/38ImZIwQMos/s1600/scan0036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-reKavpm1_Gw/Tl6R4wSRyOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/38ImZIwQMos/s320/scan0036.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ASB CARD, 12th Grade..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;-The Alien on Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072863868911757943-504273488795095461?l=alienonmars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/feeds/504273488795095461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/08/final-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/504273488795095461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/504273488795095461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/08/final-beginning.html' title='The Final Beginning...'/><author><name>alien on mars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZbWRm-u_6w/TlG5kLWuPBI/AAAAAAAAABs/j19WLLD1IzA/s220/309550_1738225714994_1819181911_1139586_6878533_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-reKavpm1_Gw/Tl6R4wSRyOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/38ImZIwQMos/s72-c/scan0036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072863868911757943.post-6032983902523612275</id><published>2011-08-29T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T13:06:49.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW BOUT WE DANCE?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever heard music and instantly wanted to dance? Just out in the middle of wal-mart or walking down the street? It's not because you have the jitters or because you love to dance, but because the music moves you. Music, some say it's noise, others call it art, I call it life. When you can't tell someone how you feel you can sing them a song. When it seems like no one in the world knows what your going through somebody has already written lyrics about it. I say we stop fighting ourselves. Stop saying that this is not acceptable or normal. Stop caring what others think, just let it all go and dance free. So how bout we dance.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The Alien on Mars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072863868911757943-6032983902523612275?l=alienonmars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/feeds/6032983902523612275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-bout-we-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/6032983902523612275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/6032983902523612275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-bout-we-dance.html' title='HOW BOUT WE DANCE?'/><author><name>alien on mars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZbWRm-u_6w/TlG5kLWuPBI/AAAAAAAAABs/j19WLLD1IzA/s220/309550_1738225714994_1819181911_1139586_6878533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072863868911757943.post-4918038786614259613</id><published>2011-08-27T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T16:05:28.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bit of hope and A smiling Face</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt like something is just not worth it anymore? You're tired of trying to get somewhere or close to someone and have the all the doors slammed in your face? Tired of sitting there for hours, days, weeks even, trying to pick the locks? I have I've turned my back on the locked door, and then it opened. It opened and there you were, smiling. There you were to give me hope that maybe this time the door wouldn't close. You gave me an inch of hope, now lets hope I'm not a fool for taking that inch and turning around.&lt;br /&gt;For now I'm going to smile because I can make you smile and thats all I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-v6rIO2X_k/Tll4AJuaZ4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/zLk7BodRNEk/s1600/l_b658e9eb6b8a4a36b23d329788ceace8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-v6rIO2X_k/Tll4AJuaZ4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/zLk7BodRNEk/s320/l_b658e9eb6b8a4a36b23d329788ceace8.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Alien on Mars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072863868911757943-4918038786614259613?l=alienonmars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/feeds/4918038786614259613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/08/bit-of-hope-and-smiling-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/4918038786614259613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/4918038786614259613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/08/bit-of-hope-and-smiling-face.html' title='A Bit of hope and A smiling Face'/><author><name>alien on mars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZbWRm-u_6w/TlG5kLWuPBI/AAAAAAAAABs/j19WLLD1IzA/s220/309550_1738225714994_1819181911_1139586_6878533_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-v6rIO2X_k/Tll4AJuaZ4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/zLk7BodRNEk/s72-c/l_b658e9eb6b8a4a36b23d329788ceace8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072863868911757943.post-416933491956409587</id><published>2011-08-26T20:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T20:47:37.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Run Run don't look back just Run..</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just wish I could run anywhere. As long as it&amp;#39;s far away I&lt;br&gt;could have wings and I could fly. I will fly.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Fly Free, little red bird, Fly Free&amp;quot; Kelso Mary may&lt;p&gt;So I&amp;#39;m just going to keep running. I just can&amp;#39;t look back.&lt;p&gt;-The Alien on Mars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072863868911757943-416933491956409587?l=alienonmars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/feeds/416933491956409587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/08/run-run-run-dont-look-back-just-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/416933491956409587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/416933491956409587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/08/run-run-run-dont-look-back-just-run.html' title='Run Run Run don&apos;t look back just Run..'/><author><name>alien on mars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZbWRm-u_6w/TlG5kLWuPBI/AAAAAAAAABs/j19WLLD1IzA/s220/309550_1738225714994_1819181911_1139586_6878533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072863868911757943.post-4809126390146104682</id><published>2011-08-26T12:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T12:54:14.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerds are smarts, Preps are Skanks, Gingers are something else.</title><content type='html'>Greeting earthlings. I'm with my Candie Lou and we be ginger freaks!&lt;br /&gt;Candice can't say the world special and I'm loseing my voice. We&lt;br /&gt;played with our food and took pictures outside :)&lt;br /&gt;We are wild flowers and this years going to be our year. Hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;we'll walk in as sisters and side by side we will remove all obstacles&lt;br /&gt;in our path. So watch out Castle Rock High School, the ginger sisters&amp;nbsp;are back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tWHPBIRUxcA/Tlf51Mb6vpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hzbmAu22cSA/s1600/HNI_0091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tWHPBIRUxcA/Tlf51Mb6vpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hzbmAu22cSA/s400/HNI_0091.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-The Alien on Mars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072863868911757943-4809126390146104682?l=alienonmars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/feeds/4809126390146104682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/08/nerds-are-smarts-preps-are-skanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/4809126390146104682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/4809126390146104682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/08/nerds-are-smarts-preps-are-skanks.html' title='Nerds are smarts, Preps are Skanks, Gingers are something else.'/><author><name>alien on mars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZbWRm-u_6w/TlG5kLWuPBI/AAAAAAAAABs/j19WLLD1IzA/s220/309550_1738225714994_1819181911_1139586_6878533_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tWHPBIRUxcA/Tlf51Mb6vpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hzbmAu22cSA/s72-c/HNI_0091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072863868911757943.post-6319008670404652149</id><published>2011-08-25T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T09:27:15.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the Issue with your mentality, I am Me get over it!</title><content type='html'>So Know one seem to understand that they can NOT change me. Yet they still seem to try. You can't change a person, you can only hope they change. But people don't change they can only say they did. -Kelso Mary May&lt;br /&gt;And well I don't feel like being a liar. I'm not going to change for you or anyone! I like being me. So get a clue, find yourself and then talk to me, because I don't associate with barbie doll clones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UUb-powuPXM/TlWygGjKNiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Cfr6OmAHTN8/s1600/16002759629.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UUb-powuPXM/TlWygGjKNiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Cfr6OmAHTN8/s320/16002759629.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-The Alien on Mars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072863868911757943-6319008670404652149?l=alienonmars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/feeds/6319008670404652149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/08/whats-issue-with-your-mentality-i-am-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/6319008670404652149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/6319008670404652149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/08/whats-issue-with-your-mentality-i-am-me.html' title='What&apos;s the Issue with your mentality, I am Me get over it!'/><author><name>alien on mars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZbWRm-u_6w/TlG5kLWuPBI/AAAAAAAAABs/j19WLLD1IzA/s220/309550_1738225714994_1819181911_1139586_6878533_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UUb-powuPXM/TlWygGjKNiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Cfr6OmAHTN8/s72-c/16002759629.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072863868911757943.post-7630678227135925944</id><published>2011-08-24T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T17:49:33.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You make being friends well challenging..</title><content type='html'>So I got invited to a party saturday, good for me. And you know who's going to be at this party? Well an expert at giving hope and the tearing you down. The only expert that I no can make me life really hard. This expert likes to do the following, say you're friends and the never speak to you. Never reply to your texts, even when he isn't busy. When he does reply to your texts they make you feel like crap because its usually a one word response or something rude.&lt;br /&gt;Why would I ever want to be friends with someone like that you ask? Well I'll tell you. It's because when he's happy its a miracle and when he smiles you can't help but smile because he is. He can make you feel beautiful and like you're a human being not some child. He seems to always be honest. If you call yourself annoying he'll agree if he thinks you are to.&lt;br /&gt;Now back to this party. I ask him if it would be awkward if I was there. He reply's with I'll just leave you alone. Now what the heck is that suppose to mean? If we are friends it won't be awkward and I never asked if you'd leave me alone. Get a clue start answering the question asked, not some riddle thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Now if mom says I can the only question is Should I stay or Should I go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wChTASlyWi8/TlWbxg7zXAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vCffwsfBdNI/s1600/Emo_Girl_by_Mu_An.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wChTASlyWi8/TlWbxg7zXAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vCffwsfBdNI/s320/Emo_Girl_by_Mu_An.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What to do??&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Alien on Mars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072863868911757943-7630678227135925944?l=alienonmars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/feeds/7630678227135925944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-make-being-friends-well-challenging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/7630678227135925944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/7630678227135925944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-make-being-friends-well-challenging.html' title='You make being friends well challenging..'/><author><name>alien on mars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZbWRm-u_6w/TlG5kLWuPBI/AAAAAAAAABs/j19WLLD1IzA/s220/309550_1738225714994_1819181911_1139586_6878533_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wChTASlyWi8/TlWbxg7zXAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vCffwsfBdNI/s72-c/Emo_Girl_by_Mu_An.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072863868911757943.post-7230176214740287679</id><published>2011-08-24T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T12:20:09.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get up get dressed try not to sleep on the orthodontist waiting couch.</title><content type='html'>So at 6 AM I am forced to remove myself from my bed. (WHY SO EARLY?) Then I get dressed and tried to cover my alien self in a crap load of make-up, mostly eyeliner. Then we are off so that the evil torturers they call orthodontist can replace a few brackets and push/pull my teeth backward. In other words ow. And right when I was starting to fall asleep on the orange sofa in the waiting area I'm told I can go back to chair 4. My punishment will start soon. So what now is there an escape? No so I sit there quietly all the girls are so nice but they tend to make you hurt later.. About 20 minutes or so I think I'm free, and I am. Until I get home and realize my teeth hurt REALLY BAD! Beauty is Pain, my mom has always said. Whoever gave her this advise was very wise, because it's painfully true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LlrzeNzyn6w/TlVOwWtrJxI/AAAAAAAAADs/_YzzECW2W-U/s1600/HNI_0077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LlrzeNzyn6w/TlVOwWtrJxI/AAAAAAAAADs/_YzzECW2W-U/s320/HNI_0077.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Help!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;-The Alien on Mars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072863868911757943-7230176214740287679?l=alienonmars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/feeds/7230176214740287679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/08/get-up-get-dressed-try-not-to-sleep-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/7230176214740287679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/7230176214740287679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/08/get-up-get-dressed-try-not-to-sleep-on.html' title='Get up get dressed try not to sleep on the orthodontist waiting couch.'/><author><name>alien on mars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZbWRm-u_6w/TlG5kLWuPBI/AAAAAAAAABs/j19WLLD1IzA/s220/309550_1738225714994_1819181911_1139586_6878533_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LlrzeNzyn6w/TlVOwWtrJxI/AAAAAAAAADs/_YzzECW2W-U/s72-c/HNI_0077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072863868911757943.post-1722387413177522043</id><published>2011-08-23T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T12:36:27.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Phone calls. Pulling yourself up and burning the past</title><content type='html'>So I went to bed at 3 A.M. and got up at 9 A.M. (Alien brain malfunction) I had a long conversation with my boyfriend and it made me happy. No one is going to ruin this little alien's day HA! Today I didn't have the nagging text him feeling. When I met him I said it'd just be a summer friendship and now I'm okay with that. I'm feeling like the normal alien I am. No more of this hurt no more pain. I took our picture down burned it and packed my crap for school. I have other friends, ones that know how to put up with me and I can't wait to see them. So it's been fun but I'm burning the past. Because while you were sleeping I got over you. Well Nanoo Nanoo&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Goodbye"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJYeBdjnpw/TDNAVJ-w0JI/AAAAAAAAOb8/VKALFAhqqvI/s1600/burning_the_past1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="326" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJYeBdjnpw/TDNAVJ-w0JI/AAAAAAAAOb8/VKALFAhqqvI/s400/burning_the_past1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally over..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;-The Alien on Mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072863868911757943-1722387413177522043?l=alienonmars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/feeds/1722387413177522043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/08/morning-phone-calls-pulling-yourself-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/1722387413177522043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/1722387413177522043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/08/morning-phone-calls-pulling-yourself-up.html' title='Morning Phone calls. Pulling yourself up and burning the past'/><author><name>alien on mars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZbWRm-u_6w/TlG5kLWuPBI/AAAAAAAAABs/j19WLLD1IzA/s220/309550_1738225714994_1819181911_1139586_6878533_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUJYeBdjnpw/TDNAVJ-w0JI/AAAAAAAAOb8/VKALFAhqqvI/s72-c/burning_the_past1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072863868911757943.post-521198664896873447</id><published>2011-08-23T00:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T00:47:42.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting, Cleaning, Now what?</title><content type='html'>Well this should be my final blog for the night but who knows with my&lt;br&gt;boredum depression and inconsistancey.&lt;br&gt;Tonight to keep busy I painted for a few hours, then i cleaned my very&lt;br&gt;large/very full walk-in closet. I&amp;#39;m still feeling alone but I&amp;#39;m an&lt;br&gt;Alien, it&amp;#39;s kinda normal. Not saying it&amp;#39;s fun, just normal. I think&lt;br&gt;now I&amp;#39;m going to plug in a Disney Tape and text my best friend.. Maybe&lt;br&gt;that will put me out of my misery or at least to sleep. I&amp;#39;ll be back&lt;br&gt;bright and hopefully not early tomorrow if not sooner. Good night for&lt;br&gt;now.&lt;p&gt;-The Alien on Mars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072863868911757943-521198664896873447?l=alienonmars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/feeds/521198664896873447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/08/painting-cleaning-now-what_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/521198664896873447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/521198664896873447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/08/painting-cleaning-now-what_23.html' title='Painting, Cleaning, Now what?'/><author><name>alien on mars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZbWRm-u_6w/TlG5kLWuPBI/AAAAAAAAABs/j19WLLD1IzA/s220/309550_1738225714994_1819181911_1139586_6878533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072863868911757943.post-178332048838997912</id><published>2011-08-22T22:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T22:30:49.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Ending Wounds Still open Happy It's Over But Wishes It Weren't. It's rather bittersweet.</title><content type='html'>So summers comeing to a close usually this excites me but not this&lt;br&gt;year, not this time. For those of you who don&amp;#39;t know this my last&lt;br&gt;summer, of fun. I&amp;#39;m a senior and I never really wanted to grow up.&lt;br&gt;In the mean time I made friends this summer and I figured it would&lt;br&gt;just be a summer thing and when it ended I&amp;#39;d be fine.. I was wrong. I&lt;br&gt;feel like you&amp;#39;re walking away and i can&amp;#39;t find the words to make you&lt;br&gt;stay. It&amp;#39;s painful to have to watch. At the same time, I&amp;#39;m excited.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll be a senior no one will mess with me. I get to see my friends one&lt;br&gt;more time. I only get to lose you once and I only get a final year&lt;br&gt;once. Why does it have to be so painfully bittersweet. So I&amp;#39;ll close&lt;br&gt;the door and find a way to be okay. I guess now it ends, I lost the&lt;br&gt;game&lt;p&gt;-The Alien on Mars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072863868911757943-178332048838997912?l=alienonmars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/feeds/178332048838997912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-ending-wounds-still-open-happy_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/178332048838997912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/178332048838997912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-ending-wounds-still-open-happy_22.html' title='Summer Ending Wounds Still open Happy It&apos;s Over But Wishes It Weren&apos;t. It&apos;s rather bittersweet.'/><author><name>alien on mars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZbWRm-u_6w/TlG5kLWuPBI/AAAAAAAAABs/j19WLLD1IzA/s220/309550_1738225714994_1819181911_1139586_6878533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072863868911757943.post-9131743156441695572</id><published>2011-08-22T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T15:08:19.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out for a walk</title><content type='html'>I stepped into the light and found myself alive. I found myself walk to a memory. I walked to a point where I met you for the very first time. Then I crumbled. I told myself i was strong that it wasn't my fault, but I soon found my emotions running around. My legs felt like jello and I fell to my knee's in tears. I don't think you ment to hurt me, but you did. 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Today I was rudely awakened at 9 am, (to early for aliens) by my dad. "Get up or I'll get a glass of water." In fear of melting or freezing or just getting wet I slowly made my way out of bed. Time for breakfast. A thick brown green colored slop in a plastic cup was placed in front of me, it said natural applesauce, YUCK! I quickly choked it down making a face every time the awful taste touched my long tongue. Now your probably wondering about this light bulb, well it all started weeks ago. I went to my large closet and flipped on the light, it flickered and then went out. Angry but lazy i didn't fix it till today. My closet needs cleaned and I need to reach GaGa level before I go back to what you humans call school. So it's been one busy frightful morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Alien on Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lonelyconservative.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/light-bulb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" src="http://lonelyconservative.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/light-bulb.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Light Bulb&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072863868911757943-1402160406407630308?l=alienonmars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/feeds/1402160406407630308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-early-morning-and-light-bulb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/1402160406407630308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/1402160406407630308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-early-morning-and-light-bulb.html' title='One early morning and a light bulb'/><author><name>alien on mars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZbWRm-u_6w/TlG5kLWuPBI/AAAAAAAAABs/j19WLLD1IzA/s220/309550_1738225714994_1819181911_1139586_6878533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072863868911757943.post-3700694362999756491</id><published>2011-08-21T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T20:53:36.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Alien behind the girl</title><content type='html'>My name is Ashley Ranae, I've always been the outcast. If you were in my shoes your mind would probably run wild too.&lt;br /&gt;So some questions you probably have.&lt;br /&gt;Why Alien on mars?&lt;br /&gt;Because when being an outcast you feel like an alien, something that doesn't belong. I'm that Alien.&lt;br /&gt;What is this all about?&lt;br /&gt;It's about my stories, my life and if I can even interest someone enough that they keep reading.&lt;br /&gt;If it's the truth I want to hear what your opinion is. I'll start tomorrow. First thing I'll post how I feel when I wake up. After this by Noon I will have what ever story I have written posted. All story's are fictional but characteristics are usually based off of something or someone. If you want to keep up with me you'll have to read. So begins a new beginning. Land your space ship and suit up, it's always hot on mars, and everything I write, I'm sure will keep you pretty fired up&lt;br /&gt;- The Alien on Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.harmsy.freeuk.com/images/mars-atmosphere.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" src="http://www.harmsy.freeuk.com/images/mars-atmosphere.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mars.. Home of the Alien.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072863868911757943-3700694362999756491?l=alienonmars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/feeds/3700694362999756491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/08/alien-behind-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/3700694362999756491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072863868911757943/posts/default/3700694362999756491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienonmars.blogspot.com/2011/08/alien-behind-girl.html' title='The Alien behind the girl'/><author><name>alien on mars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZbWRm-u_6w/TlG5kLWuPBI/AAAAAAAAABs/j19WLLD1IzA/s220/309550_1738225714994_1819181911_1139586_6878533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
